This is a Race

I stink. Not at life (although some days I might argue that I do). Nay, I stink in actuality. Like the B.O., smelly feet, yuck breath kind of stench that means stay far away. This is because I went running in the sauna of a gym and I was more than just glistening. So why do you care about my current hygienic state? Well... I sure don't know! You're the one reading my blog. So you tell me.

Ok but really I know I blog about capricious things a lot of the time, and I'm not actually writing this to tell you about my sweat. I went to the Fieldhouse sauna today with Lyndsey Griffin. She's my favorite cousin. And we're training. Not really training seeing as a 5k isn't that long of a run, but this aforementioned 5k was the inspiration for our work out.

My Aunt Wendy is battling something hard. Breast Cancer. I want to help her. To support her and show my love. So I cooked up a plan. And now the whole fam-dam-ily is running the Race for the Cure. Hence the running and previously mentioned 5k. Congratulations on knowing about my life. And my work out habits.

So now I am going to talk about Winona (shocker). I was talking to her about life. Seeing as she's my life coach and all. We were discussing the challenges of dating dynamics and their suckage. Side note: Anna is the master of analogies these days, so one creeped into our convo. Wise Winona pointed out that life is a race. And someone is losing. I'm semi hoping this is a tortoise/hare scenario. But I'm guessing not. And for the record I completely disagree with the "nice guys finish last" deal. I think "nice guys take their sweet time and girls get sick of guessing" is much more appropriate. So my blogging friends, I'm smelly and confused about boys. I'm typically very unexciting. My apologies. We'll try again tomorrow.